My Wife’s Affair Partner Isn’t a Man

Two years ago when we got married, we both knew we had taken the right steps and were meant to last. She’s very vocal about her feelings. I’m different. Instead of saying “I love you,” I would rather show it. She would say it and still let it show. I learned a lot from her and called her my soulmate, something I’d never said to anyone.

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We only dated for a year and got married because everything felt right for both of us. We didn’t fight, we hardly disagreed on anything, and had a lot of things in common. When we started living together, we had our first fight. It was normal. We resolved it even before the sun set and made a plan for what we would do in case we found ourselves in a similar situation that made us fight.

We were like that; we tried to prevent chaos before it happened, but I didn’t see this one coming. I was thrown into it. It was like you wake up one day and find yourself in the eye of the storm. I saw a message pop up on her phone while she was lying on the sofa next to me. The message read, “I’m happy you want it too. So when and where?”

It was the “When and where” that drew my curiosity. Are they fixing a date? Who is this person who wants what my wife wants?

I picked up the phone and went into it. That was the only message from that number. No name saved. Just a number asking when and where. I got curious, suspicious actually. “She’s seeing another man,” I told myself. I took a photo of the message so I could have the number and then deleted the message.

I tried sending the person mobile money so I could find the name. She was Wendy. “Oh, a woman?” I smiled at myself in soothing relief, knowing I was being jealous for nothing. A woman texting another woman shouldn’t draw suspicion from me and make me jealous, but I asked myself, “Why does she delete messages from her? What is she hiding?”

Every night when she came home from work, I went through her phone secretly. Most often, there were no messages from Wendy. Other times, I would read messages that didn’t make any sense or say anything of note. This went on for over a month. I nearly gave up until I decided I was going to chat with Wendy myself using my wife’s phone.

That day she came home very late from work and went to bed while I was watching TV. By the time I went in, she was snoring, but her phone was under her pillow and her head on it. It took patience and strategy to be able to pull the phone without waking her up. They had chatted before she slept.

My wife: “I’m home now”
Wendy: “I’m home too. Let’s do it again very soon.”
My wife: “Yeah, we should, but we have to be careful too. Read Original